The Riding To Lithend | MusicalTheatreResourceCenter

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GUNNAR What, are you there? AUNUND Yea, Gunnar, we are here. GUNNAR (thrusting with the bill) Then bide you there. (AUNUND'S head sinks; THORGEIR'S rises in the same place.) How many heads have you? THORGEIR But half as many as the feet we grow on. GUNNAR And I've not yet used up (thrusting again) all my hands. (As he thrusts another man rises a little farther back, and leaps past him into the loft. Others follow, and GUNNAR is soon surrounded by many armed men, so that only the rising and falling of his bill is seen.) The threshing-floor is full.... Up, up, brain-biter! We work too late to-night--up, open the husks. Oh, smite and pulse On their anvil heads: The smithy is full, There are shoes to be made For the hoofs of the steeds Of the Valkyr girls.... FIRST MAN Hack through the shaft.... SECOND MAN Receive the blade In the breast of a shield, And wrench it round.... GUNNAR For the hoofs of the steeds Of the Valkyr girls Who race up the night To be first at our feast, First in the play With immortal spears In deadly holes.... THIRD MAN Try at his back.... MANY VOICES (shouting in confusion) Have him down.... Heels on the bill.... Ahui, ahui.... (The bill does not rise.) HROALD (with the breaking voice of a young man, high over all) Father.... It is my blow.... It is I who kill him.

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